I wonder who she is
This woman I see.
When did she grow up?
When did she start to age?
When did she acquire laugh lines?
When did she get crow’s feet?
How did she start to look so tired?
I wonder who she is
The woman who smiles back at me?
When she does that,
Recognition dawns –
I start to see
Shades of the girl I once used to be,
With a heart full of love
And a head full of dreams
Setting out to conquer the world
Open to meeting new people
Looking for new experiences.
Now I know who she is
The woman I see
She is same old me.
Still I begin to reflect
What will I become
In the years that lie before me.
What choices will I make?
What opportunities will I take?
Will I still retain my sense of wonder?
Will I laugh loud again.
Can ever look beyond the heartache and the pain.
But I know it’s Grace that’s led me
To this point safe and well
And it’s Grace that’ll lead me onwards
As long as on this Earth I dwell.
This post was written in response to Kate Motaung’s Five Minute Friday prompt – she
Love that – we can lose that girl within us!
FIONA recently posted..She
Yes, we can, but we must make time to find her, I think.
JENNIFER K COOK
This made me smile! I can so relate! The crows feet, pondering line between my eyes, and the forehead wrinkles accompany and mirror the lines that are on my chest as well…I think from sleeping on my side and everything squishing together! LOL! I liked your post, and I am glad that FMF led me to a smile this morning thru your writing. Have a good weekend! Jennifer
Ha ha..loved your comment, Jennifer! I chose not to mention the squishy parts!
The journey of self discovery is always enlightening. It always leads us back go grace. I love this. Deirdre FMF#2
Yes, Grace is the glue, I love to say!
Beautiful Corinne. And Grace will lead us home…
I looked into the mirror
perchance to hope to see
something maybe clearer
in what looked back at me.
Beholding my reflection
I saw so many scars
from willful misdirection
that wrecked a lot of cars,
but behind that was a smile
of idiot’s delight,
for all the mayhem-ridden while
and through the raucous nights
of my wild infernal past,
baby, I’ve just had a blast!
What a relatable poem for those of us “of a certain age”!!
Word of which most of us can relate. That adventurous girl is still in there. Go get her!
When my mom was in her 80’s, before she went home to be with the Lord, she would often say, “I am an eighteen year old stuck in an 80-year-old body.” Then she would laugh because she knew she would be getting a new body free of sin, heart problems and family heartaches. She was a wonderful mom.
Wayne Winquist recently posted..She: Five Minute Friday
oh, I love visiting fellow poets! Well written, looking for the girl, and the woman within.
Annette recently posted..She’s There